I've seen it watching me, that misty thing without a face. It weaves my thoughts, lined them up in black lace. It buries my shape and leaves no trace. Tomorrow I will have no shame, and I will start again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 346 | 2021-04-24 19:48:45 | 66.28 | 97% |
| 316 | 2021-03-18 20:09:07 | 65.11 | 98% |